Saturday, October 22, 2016

"What amazes me about landscape, landscape recalls you into a mindful mode of stillness, solitude, and silence where you can truly receive time." - John O'DonohueWe have returned from the Drakensberg feeling soothed and replenished. The first thing I did once the car was unpacked and we had enjoyed a cup of tea was clean my work table. Now that's a first! Quiet time has done me a lot of good if I'm feeling the need to get back to work so soon.

A profusion of wildflowers were out wherever we looked...

....as were the baboons. The pastures and hillsides were alive with them. Eating, sun bathing, grooming, chasing. They were not happy having a camera pointed at them.

The fields were dotted with Sacred Ibis. Everything in flocks, herds, troops, clusters and strings. I had forgotten a group of ponies was called a string of ponies, but it makes sense!

"....you look up into a blue sky and, in a moment of grace, imagine a worthwhile tomorrow." - Dianne Crumbaker

We experienced every season in one day. Even snow which melted the moment the sun came up so that we thought we had imagined it. Many storms, day and night but short and cleansing. The beauty of the landscape sparkling after rain caught my breath every time I stepped outside and walked on squelching earth to look at the lush farmlands.

"I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky" - Rainer Maria RilkeMy friend Dianne Crumbaker has written a beautiful poem which I have quoted a few times in this post. I would love to share the whole poem with you.AXIS MUNDIThe point at which heaven and earth meet.There are other definitions. But think about this one. Better yet, think of it this way:"A" point at which heaven and earth meet.There is a point at the base of a baby's neck where heaven meetsearth.And, certainly,when fall moves into winter,in the late afternoon light filtering through not-quite-barebranches,there is a certain shimmering essence that nearly breaks the heart.Consider the point at which,lying on your back,you look up into a blue sky and, in a moment of grace, imagine aworthwhile tomorrow.Or when an unexpected wind sweeps around a corner and bringswith it a hint of some distant unknown seaMaroon and gray and gold strata on a rocky headlandabove a green-gray sea.Tea in a special cup.Points at which heaven and earth meet.A string of points, connected, make a line.A line can be followed, to a destination,can draw us in.Axis mundi.- Dianne Crumbaker